After the concert, we hung out backstage for a little bit. I was desperate to tell Layne how much I loved his voice, but whenever I tried to have a moment with him, someone was already in his ear, or fangirls would swoop up behind him. Ehh.
As the time reached midnight, We all went to Jerry and Sean's place for what they'd describe as a little afterparty but instead turned out to be a big ass hangout.
I stroll into the surprisingly not crowded kitchen, where Layne is fixing himself a drink.
He looks up and smiles once he sees me; "Having fun?"
"Something like that." My elbow bumps into his as I stand next to him. I look at the pile of bottles on the kitchen table. "What do you recommend?" I ask, looking up at him.
"Hmm, that depends. Do you want to get drunk or nice?"
"Drunk," I said confidently. I watch Layne as he makes me a drink mixed with Irish Cream. Once he's done, he passes the cup to me, and I gulp the drink down. Nervousness escapes my body as warmness hits the bottom of my stomach. I forgot about this feeling. I haven't felt it in hours.
"How do you feel?" he asks me.
"Good," I smile, licking my lips."Can you make me another one?" Layne studies me for a moment. I innocently smile at him, and he takes the cup from my hand, making me another drink. "Thank you," I tell him as he passes the cup back to me. I feel him watching me as I drown my throat with it.
"You ate today, right?"
"Did you?" my reverse question causes a smile to tease his lips. My attention then moves to his blue hair. "Can I touch?" I ask him. He bends his head down. I softly grab a handful of his hair. "Your hair was blonde earlier."
He smirks. "It was. Do you like it?"
"I do." Layne lowered his eyes, watching me gently pull on several strands.
Sean comes in with boxes of pizza. "What's up with the staring contest?" he sets the boxes on the table, smiling at us.
"Thanks, Seanie," my tongue swirled out. Sean puckers a kiss at me before grabbing a beer and leaving the kitchen.
Layne opens one of the pizza boxes, "Pepperoni?" he asks me. I gag, sticking one of my fingers in my mouth. Layne chuckles, lifting the top of another box. "Cheese?"
"Please," I sing. He rips out two slices, one for me and one for himself.
"I don't want you to blackout, you know," he murmurs.
"I don't want you to blackout either." I take a small bite, letting the cheese sit on my tongue for a moment before chewing. He observes me like he wants to say something else.
"I'll be right back," he tells me before leaving my side and walking into the living room.
Like a naive dumbass, I waited for him until I realized he wasn't coming back. I shrug, not wanting to take it seriously. I don't know how long I was in the kitchen, but I did finish the whole Irish Cream bottle by myself.
With another cup of whatever, I stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room packed with unknown faces. I stand on my tippy toes and quickly spot Shana making out with Mike in the corner.
"Ew," I say, primarily to myself. I look around some more; Layne is nowhere in sight. I huff, realizing I am going to have to mingle.
As I wobble through the crowd of people, beautiful long dark brown curls catch my eyes. My jelly-like legs swim towards them until I am directly behind them. My fingers reach for the curls without thinking and begin playing with them. The man with the beautiful curly hair reveals himself as he turns around, confusion and amusement on his face.
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Fanfiction"You're the only sober person in my life. It feels like you were made for me?" he says, though it came out as a question rather than a statement. I smile and look at him. Layne is already staring at me, searching for understanding. Not knowing how...
